Saving Nicole

Chapter 1

Wilson McRae had come to the city to find a good-paying job because his parents had financially assisted his brother, eight years his senior, into taking over the family beef rearing and cropping farm.

They agreed it was unfair but said their decision was based on ensuring a retirement income from the farming profits, shared 50-50 between his parents and his brother.

Brother Malcolm, the tight-arse, had only offered Wilson a reduction in weekly wage to the local average level paid to farm workers plus loss of seniority as foreman with its premium payment of 100 bucks a week.

"Sorry Bro," Malcolm said, hard-eyed. "I'm heavily into debt and need to run on a tight budget."

Wilson said defensively, "Cut out smoking weed (marijuana) and you could afford to keep me on at my present status and with the $100 premium."

"Fuck off, you complaining weasel," growled big brother.

Wilson walked away sullenly and after midnight, loaded his desired possessions into the pickup his parents had given him four years earlier for his 21st birthday and doing what had been suggested, he fucked off.

It was Saturday and he headed from the southern hills of Hawkes Bay straight for Auckland, 280 miles to the north without saying goodbye to anyone including his parents who he felt had disinherited him by signing over the farm to Malcolm at a heavily reduced price.

Five and a half hours later, he arrived in the Auckland suburb of Ponsonby just before 9.00 and the office of the real estate office he looked across the street opened its doors at the start of its business day. A babe in a pencil-black skirt and long legs, wearing a white shirt with stiff collar and black curled hair, some of it almost reaching down to the side of her boobs, looked across at him.

He continued staring, she waved and turned quickly and disappeared inside.

Wilson entered the office. The young woman he'd glimpsed earlier was sitting behind the reception desk, smiled and said hi.

"Good morning. I'm looking for a room to rent."

"What, here in Ponsonby?"

"Yeah, and fairly cheap as I've trundled up from inland of Napier overnight to settle here. I used to visit my maternal grandma here in Ponsonby most summers but she'd dead now."

"Shouldn't you have used the term she's passed on?"

"I'm from cattle country and we call a spade a spade, not a pussy-footing alternative."

She laughed.

He stared and said she had great teeth and she said he needed a shave and a hair-cut.

"Ouch."

She laughed and said he was funny.

"Coffee Nicole?" he asked, reading her name-tag.

Without hesitation, she called to another woman who'd just arrived at her desk and said that she was ducking out for 10 (going out for ten minutes) for coffee with a rental prospect.

"Um, I'll go with him for coffee while you look after callers."

"Naughty lady Kim, you're the mother of two."

"Oh, bugger. Okay, why not take twenty and in that time, you might land a date."

As the couple walked out of the agency, he said to Nicole, "My name is Wilson. You babes are interestingly chatty and informal."

"How can Kim be a babe, she's thirty-eight?"

"I've never put an arbitrary age limit on when babes ceased being babes and I rather think no one ever has. I believe the term means sexually attractive and therefore Kim can be called a babe as she looks great for her age and has a beaut pair of 36's."

"Oh, does she. What size are mine?"

Nicole cupped her boobs briefly and Wilson took his time staring at them.

"Well?"

"I'd rather not say to avoid the risk of having my nose swatted by you. No guy looks good with a bloodied nose."

"Skilfully answered," she smiled as they entered a cafe four shops along from the real estate agency office.

Nicole wanted only a short black coffee and he said, "Ah, you're controlling your diet. Perhaps you are scared of your 34B's becoming C-size."

"Omigod, you can read my mind as well as my body," she said, faking a laugh.

"You are closely the size of my girlfriend I've left behind in coming to Auckland. She was dieting and then I found an article on the Internet stating a very active sex life can hugely assist young women to control their weight and oh, boy, did I benefit."

Nicole slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her burst of huge giggling.

Gaining control, she said, "Omigod, you're not funny; you're hilarious."

Smiling, Wilson suggested that Nicole go to an empty table and he went to the counter and ordered two coffees and two slices of cake.

He placed the two plates on the table and Nicole said carefully, "And what is this?"

"A slice of every low-calorie spiced apple-cardamom coffee cake, especially made for people dieting, according to the notice beside it. The apple and the ginger largely cancel out the calories. Do not be afraid. Please eat when our coffee arrives."

"Okay, I will. But if I find even the tiniest weight gain on my breasts, I'll come after you in vengeance."

"Oh good, you are almost guaranteed to find me in bed from 9.30."

"That's uncalled for," Nicole said scowling. "I have a new boyfriend."

"It was only meant as a helpful suggestion. I mean, you can flagellate me in my bed without feeling its necessary to have sex with me"

She largely managed to supress her smile.

Nicole pulled out her phone and made a call.

"Mrs Westmore, is John still in the UK?"

"Oh good, and I hope he's doing well in his advance studies. Look, I have a young man off a farm who is looking for a room to rent and wonder if you and your husband would like to rent John's room to him if he measures up to your inspection."

"You would consider that and you are both home this morning. Well, I'll send Wilson to you and if he appears fine to you, you set the rental terms and there will be no fee payable to the firm I work for as I'm doing this because the young chap has driven through the night from Napier and needs sleep, I should think."

"Oh good, we are just having coffee at present and I'll then send him to you. Thanks Mrs Westmore and yes, I agree, having company in the house again will be welcomed by your both. No, I'm sorry, I don't know if he drinks alcohol or smokes. Just ask him what you wish to know. He's very friendly, typical of a country boy. Bye."

She turned to Wilson smiling.

"The Westmore's are bound to provide you with a bedroom and meals if you wish. I know them rather well as Mrs Westmore is very friendly with mum and both females were raised on farms. They live directly opposite our family home."

"Oh great, I hope it pans out for me. I can then check your boobs each day to ensure they are not fattening."

Nicole made no reply to that comment but eyed Wilson thoughtfully.

He observed that and thought with country boy simplicity that she may have been thinking he could be a great fuck.

He smiled.

She asked what was he thinking and coloured when he said airily, "Oh, nothing."

Chapter 2

Wilson settled into the Westmore's comfortable home virtually seamlessly as the couple were friendly and made no attempt to saddle him with house rules. Grateful to be living in a place that he could regard as 'home', Wilson kept his room tidy and helped around the house and soon was regularly filling and emptying the dish-washer.

On the morning after he moved in, Wilson knocked on Joan and Stan's slightly open bedroom door just after 9.00 and announced, "I have the delivered Sunday newspaper, would you like it?"

"Yes, please Wilson, bring it in," Stan said and they both said tea when offered a cuppa of their choice.

He arrived with tea and toast, butter and jam and peanut butter on a tray and Joan said, "Wilson, already you are showing signs of being very helpful and considerate. We will love having your staying here."

"And you two are already making me feel very comfortable here," Wilson said. "I'll be happy to mow your lawns and keep the hedges trimmed."

"Thanks for the offer but we have a firm on contract that attends to the exterior upkeep of the property, making it one of the best-maintained properties in the street," Stan said.

"You know Wilson, and I say this for our ears only," Joan said conspiratorially. "Nicole Manning was very clever initiating accommodation for you with us right opposite her home. I know she believes she's made an unwise choice taking up with her new boyfriend. She now thinks he's too rough for her. She told her mother he's rather uncouth. She's probably thinking ahead of dumping him and having you across the street in reserve."

"Oh rubbish, no young woman is that smart," Stan laughed.

"Well this is for our ears only guys. If Nicole ever decides she'd like to date me, I'll definitely have no objection."

That evening, just after 11.30, the Westmore's household was awakened along with the immediate neighbourhood by a commotion on the street.

Wilson heard Joan called to Stan, "It's Nicole, she's in trouble."

Reacting instantly, Wilson pulled on his jeans and with Joan opening the front door, heard Nicole yelling, "I don't want to go into the back seat with you two."

Darting toward the front door, Wilson yelled, "Call the cops, Joan. This sounds serious."

Barefoot and wearing only underpants and jeans, he raced across the street, eyeing Nicole looking terrified, with a breast exposed and a guy holding her by the armpits attempting to pull her from the vehicle although that was impeded by Nicole still attached by her seat-belt.

A second guy had exposed his erection and tugging it was yelling, "Get her into the back seat, Steve and let's double bang her."

Wilson, running fast, kicked the guy masturbating in the nuts, felling him into a screaming heap. He swerved and hit the guy struggling with Nicole with an enormous uppercut and heard bone crunch as presumably the rough boyfriend lurched backwards and slammed against the vehicle and fell, screaming.

The hero of the moment caught Nicole by the shoulders, half-hanging out of the vehicle and held her for a few moments before pushing her back in to unclasp the safety belt, saying to the sobbing beauty, "It's okay. I'm Wilson McRae, I've got you. You're safe."

"Oh, Wilson," sobbed the terrified young woman.

Nearby residents emerged on to the street amid police vehicle sirens sounding the arrival of the law.

An officious police sergeant stepped from the leading of two police vehicles and said, "What's this then, a vehicle collusion but where's the other vehicle. A hit and run, eh?"

At what, eye-witnesses began saying what they'd seen and an ambulance arrived.

"This one has a broken jaw," said an ambulance man and an ambulance woman attending to the other guy said, "This one has been severely kicked in the genitals."

The police sergeant said, "Okay, the broken jaw guy goes into the ambulance and is to be under continuous police surveillance and this other guy goes into a squad car and placed in the cells. Okay who are the assailants?"

Wilson confessed, "It was me, sir."

"Okay you are under arrest and will be charged with series assault or undue force to contain assailants, according to the evidence that we gather. And this woman?"

"An innocent victim of serious molestation, sir."

"Says you," snapped the Sergeant to the middle-aged man.

"Just a moment sergeant, I'm Stanley Westmore, a sworn Justice of the Peace."

"Ah yes, Mr Westmore, I recognise you. Are you an eye-witness?"

"I saw it all from just after Miss Manning's first scream. Those are her parents with her now. The assailant with the broken jaw is her fairly new boyfriend and I've never seen his associate before who took part in the serious molestation of Miss Manning."

"The two assailants appeared affected by alcohol or drugs or perhaps both as they appeared very unsteady in their movements. My advice is rather the arrest Miss Manning's courageous rescuer, who I can vouch for his whereabouts as he resides in my home, that you just take a statement from him at this point. And statements from the 10 or so eye-witnesses still gathered here who were early on the scene."

"Thanks sir, that recommendation will be followed as I concur with it fully."

The ambulance crew checked out Nicole and decided she was fit enough to go home. Her parents Royce and Eva Manning supported Nicole in the short distance home after Eva had kissed and hugged Wilson for her heroic action.

By the time a newspaper reporter and photographer arrived on the scene, there was only a police constable remaining and she waswatching a police photographer and two police forensic specialists gathering evidence of the alleged assault.

The reporter asked the supervising constable what had happened at the scene.

"An alleged serious assault. You'll need to contact police HQ for details as the investigation continues."

"Was it a gangland attack and were there any deaths?"

"Direct those questions to police HQ."

"Bloody media snoopers," muttered the constable as the newspaper duo drove off after the photographer took some photos of the team at work.

Chapter 3

Wilson answered the house phone the morning after the attack on Nicole. The Westmore's had gone to work. Stan was principal at a boy's high school and Joan was a partner in a large travel agency.

"Good morning, Wilson. It's Eva Manning. Nicole would like you to pop over to see her."

"Oh, okay. I'll need to buy flowers first."

"Please give that a miss. She's more focused on thanking you for your valour in saving her than in smelling roses."

"Okay, I'm on my way. How is she?"

"Surprisingly well after her ordeal, actually. Bye."

Wilson sprayed on a bit of after-shave and crossed the street and Eva opened the door as soon as he stepped on to the veranda.

She kissed him and said he smelled nice.

"Thank you again for what you did for Nicole."

"Thanks, Eva, but it was no more than she would have done for a friend."

"But not with your strength, right?"

"Ah yes, that comes from years of breaking in horses, tossing bags of grain around for smaller buyers and hand-clearing open drains."

Nicole's mother said, "I'm worried about the possibility of that bastard coming back for revenge."

"You probably don't need to worry, Eva. Stan told us this morning that, depending on the weight of evidence gathered, Nicole's now ex-boyfriend is likely to get between three to seven years and after release from prison, he learned earlier this morning the offender is likely to be deported back to the UK as he's been found to be a an overstayer with a long-expired visitor's visa to this country."

"Omigod, thank goodness."

Nicole came out wearing a dressing gown with her hair piled up and wearing full make-up. She'd obviously prepared to look great for the former farm lad who had saved her from severe trauma the previous day.

To her surprise, Nicole found her hero to be rather muted, and he squirmed when she threw her arms around him, watched by her mother, to hug and kiss him in appreciation of rescuing her from those two thugs.

"What's wrong?" she asked, releasing him.

"Nothing."

She eyed him and said in awe, "Omigod, you've become gripped in shyness.

"What on earth are you talking about Nicole?" said her mother. "Shyness amongst males is unheard of these days."

She looked at Wilson's face and read his discomfort and wheezed, "Omigod, he's had a huge attack of shyness. It must be due to your praise, having splashing yourself so liberally with perfume mixed with feeling your writhing body under that thin gown."

"Mother!"

"What?"

"Your contribution will risk having him disappear through the floorboards."

They laughed, including Wilson managing a light chuckle as he dabbed his forehead with his handkerchief.

"Take him to your bedroom darling and fling open your gown and flash him. He just needs you to expose yourself to him rather excessively and that will help him to stabilize his thoughts about you that have probably been running rampant overnight. Even make him touch you intimately should be of major assistance."

"You mean let him touch me anywhere?"

"Of course, darling. It's your body and it will be useful to him knowing that you are willing to share it with him."

"Come with me darling and enjoy this little treat," Nicole said sweetly, walking off and practically towing Wilson behind her.

It was noticeable that by the time they were leaving the room, Wilson's pace was quickening and he had a hand on her butt and appeared to be squeezing it affectionately.

Nicole's mum watching them go off was fanning her face with a hand and smiling in approval.

The End